The flat music of flame
And bubbling water—
Notes merge into melody.

This isn’t opera,
Only a dingy kitchen
With a single burner stove.

Water flows over grounds—
Steeping and stirring.

Reddish brown infusion
Soon to be drunk in gulps.

A strainer, a cup, a spoon of sugar—
The poet’s morning tools.

"It is the break of dawn."
Awaken, pour, sip, gulp.

It's time.

Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-09-26 at 07:04

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I'm a coffee lover and I love this, enjoyed the line " notes merge into melody."

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful! Good job (as this reader reaches for his own coffee ...)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Bibek, writes I with a cup of tea, to my right, drinks to you and your work.